My mom has this little gnome that belonged to Aunt Rhoda from Winnipeg. Rhoda used to say that it moved around the house. She would put it somewhere, then later, it was in a different play in the cupboard or shelf.
Mom doesn't know this, yet- but before I left I stole her little Irish friend. I figured if the little guy did actually move around the house the least I could do is show him around here, a bit.
Here he is on the first leg of his journey in Hong Kong's airport.
Here, nestled in the bosom of some traditional dancers. Trust me, though- they were not THAT traditional. I don't think they normally dance with a ghetto blaster.
This is the little guy enjoying his time on the beach of Palau Putri. He was a little skiddish of the live, wild Komodos lurking around the island. No lie, they were everywhere.
That is AWESOME! It must have been weird trying to get the dancers to hold him.
ReplyDeleteI remember the komodos that were in Thailand...not the most tame creatures.
Well, I did try to hug them but then we negotiated on holding the gnome.
ReplyDeleteApparently, the gnome is a Leprechaun and his name is Shamus. I think he looks like your dad, though.